His challenge? Make her fall in love with him.
Her challenge? Play the player.
Until life changes the rules of the game.
Maddie Stevens hated Braden Carter on sight. Arrogant, egotistical, and the playboy of the University of California, Berkeley, he’s everything her brother Pearce has taught her to despise. So why, when the girls challenge her to play the player, doesn’t she say no? She doesn’t know either.
Braden wanted fiery little Maddie the second he laid eyes on her – and he’d do anything to have her, hence why he’s agreed to make her fall in love with him. After all, it’s the only way he’ll get what he wants. Sex.
But, as Braden discovers, there’s more to the girl from Brooklyn than he ever imagined – and he can’t help but care about the broken girl behind those pretty green eyes.
Maddie finds Braden isn’t just a walking erection – he actually has feelings. He can be sweet, funny and his good looks don’t exactly hurt. That means trouble – but when her brother Pearce turns up in Berkeley begging for her help, she realises Braden and Pearce aren’t so alike anymore.
And maybe, just maybe, they’re exactly what each other needs.
His hand creeps around to my stomach, his fingers splaying outwards. His body presses against me. “Let’s get you a drink.”
I nod and silently allow him to lead me back to the bar. He takes me to a corner and, after ordering me a whatever the hell a daiquiri is, sits me on a stool. He nudges my legs open and stands between them, one hand on the bar and another on my waist.
“Did you know that when you dance, your hips do this thing where they move?”
“I think that’s the general idea.”
“No, but they move in this way that makes me wish we weren’t in public,” he breathes, his fingers digging into my skin. “Because, see, they give me all kinds of crazy fuckin’ ideas about how those hips would move beneath me.”
My heart pounds in my chest, and I swallow, trying in vain to steady my breathing. “Is that right?”
“It is.” He kisses my jaw, and I grip his shirt. I turn my face so my mouth ends up near his ear.
“Who said we have to stay in public?” I breathe out, feeling the want building up inside me. I let go of his shirt and let my hand fall down, my fingers brushing across his jeans and the evidence of just how turned-on my dancing has made him.
I’m not a virgin, not exactly well experienced, but something about Braden makes me lose all inhibitions. He makes me feel sexy.
His hips jerk, and he slides me across the stool so my body slams into his, the throbbing space between my legs hitting him. I take a sharp breath in, my back going straight.
“Then let’s go.”
He tugs me up and waves for the bartender to give one of the girls my drink. With my hand firmly clasped in his, he pulls me through Kahunaville and towards the elevator outside the bar.
The doors ping open, and he pulls me in. He hits the button for our floor, and I find my back pressed against the cold, mirrored wall.
His electric blue eyes are heated, cloudy, misty. Needing, wanting. It’s like our eyes are two opposite poles, held together by a damn strong attraction neither of us can fight.
By day, Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to a terrible two year old and cooking baby, due September 2013. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of wine – well, tropical juice now – and writes books. She likes to write about magic, kisses and whatever else she can fit into the story. Sarcastic, witty characters are a must. As are hot guys. She’s working on the companion novel to her latest release and NA debut, Never Forget (Memories #1), and The Love Game (The Game, #1) will release on March 29th. She likes to be busy – unless busy involves doing the dishes. Ironically, that’s where most of her ideas come from. Her debut YA series, The Mauve Legacy, is an Apple iBooks Bestseller – and this makes Emma excited.
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